I’ve Been Tied to the Hitchens Post; Good Lord I Feel Like He’s Dying

Or
The Disposable Atheist
(Props to Don)

Or
Off Without a Hitch
(Additional accolades for Don)

Or
Arguably Dead
(Meritorious mention for Chris N)

Or
God Finally Got Him, Unless It Was The Whiskey
(Kudos for Chris N)

Or
Unhitched
(Huzzah for Monty)
Christopher Hitchens, a journalist who hated everything about this world except whiskey and cigarettes, has died of esophageal cancer at the age of 62. Described as being as vibrant on the page as he was at the bar, Hitchens built his reputation which scathing polemics against demagogues both of the left and right, Henry Kissinger, the Clintons, the British monarchy, Mel Gibson, the Dalai Lama, radical Islamists, Mother Teresa, and religious belief in his book “God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything.” He made his bones in the 1970s traveling to some of the worst places on the planet to shine a light on the machinations of dictators and the great powers in Northern Ireland, Greece, Cyprus, Portugal, Spain and Argentina. He graduated from those hotspots to a land ripe for the picking on: the United States, where his columns touched on everything from getting a Brazilian bikini wax to being waterboarded. Although he was accused of being anti-Catholic and anti-Christian, he insisted that was not the case and that he thought “all religious belief is sinister and infantile.”